Unexpected Pass

by A. Blossom

To all my delusional lovers, may you find a love that doesn’t play about you in seven to ten business days.

A pregnant woman is having all types of sex in this one because she is pregnant, not dead, and that thang still works.

“Boyfriend?” “Yeah, that nigga Carson on the DL. Everybody know… That nigga still in denial though.”

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself not knowing if you got home safely.” He was staring at me with nothing but sincerity in his eyes. “Let me give you a ride home. You’re safe with me.”

“Wrong. My mom just has it in her head that all my problems will be solved when I find a husband. It’s so irritating.”

“Just a fellow introvert looking out for another.

“Phileigh, the man is giving you ten bands to cut his hair. Please. Niggas love playing stepdaddy. That man just met you and flew you to Florida with him. He is interested.”

“I’m… um… pregnant!” I blurted out in between moans. The words spilled out, and he lifted his face to look at me. “That’s not how this works. You get pregnant after I fuck you.”

“We’ll both be experiencing something new then. You’ve never been pregnant before, and I’ve never dated anyone pregnant. We can figure this shit out at the same damn time.”

What do they say? I chose him, right? I can’t complain.” “Bullshit. Just like you chose him, he chose to nut in you, knowing he had a gal.

“The unexpected things are sometimes the best things that happened to us.”

“I know what I want, Phileigh, and I intend to apply the necessary pressure to get it. I want to get to know you, Phileigh Cheese, baby or not. Can you allow me the rest of the week to do so?

“Word of advice… When a man offers to get you nice things, be skeptical, but accept them, chile. You always deserve it.”

I’m not going anywhere. That’s my baby.

“As far as I’m concerned, this is my baby now. I don’t care who helped you conceive it. God put y’all in my presence for a reason, and I’m not about to fumble this.”

If me cuffing you up is moving too fast, then let’s slow it down.” “Slow it down?” I contemplated his words. “We can go as slow as you want to go. I’m down. I already know how this love story ends.”

“Naw, male best friends can eat they female friends pussy. It’s called being a considerate friend.”

“Don’t you even think about depriving little Phileigh Cheese so you can watch your figure. Give her what she wants, and I’ll work those extra pounds off you later, da fuck?”

“Love is many things.” Her voice was low. “But nothing toxic comes from genuine love.”

“With all due respect,” he said politely. “I’m here. I care about your daughter, and I care about this baby. We ain’t doing this by the textbook, but that doesn’t garner disrespect. I am a stable man and capable of taking care of my responsibilities. I’d appreciate it if you respected that.”

“I don’t look too… I don’t know... fat? You can’t tell I’m pregnant, right?” I leaned closer. My lips brushed her ear. “You look like a woman who has a man that don’t play about her.”

The majority, though, were just happy she was black as if there was ever any chance for me to give my generational wealth back to the same people whose ancestors had stolen mine.

“I think you got it twisted. It ain’t about me⁠—” “Yeah, it is. You’re not calling to warn me. You calling ’cause you salty I’m standing next to a woman you fumbled. One you had no business with in the first place,

“Naw, nigga, don’t come at my girl like that. Control your situation and leave mine alone. We’re good over here. Phileigh good. Your baby good. A real nigga stepped up. Don’t call my phone again, nigga. And don’t make any more pop-up visits to see her either.”

“Grief doesn’t mean you stop living and being happy. It doesn’t mean you’ve stolen from the dead. It’s okay to celebrate this life and your accomplishments.

Remember this, kid. If you ever doubt where you come from, just look around. Look at the people who show up for you every day. Look at the people who choose to stay. That’s your family.